• A Mute Goes Aboard a Boat on the Mississippi

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    At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colors, at the water-side in the city of St. Louis.

    : A Mute Goes Aboard a Boat on the Mississippi
  • On the Horizon

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    Word on two upcoming American Epics:

    : On the Horizon
  • Milk

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    The last day of March some scavenger children discovered a body in the El Chile dump, in a complete state of decomposition. What was left of it was removed to the city’s Institute of Forensic Anatomy, where all the usual procedures were performed. It appeared that the victim was somewhere between fifteen and twenty years…

    : Milk
  • Trudging Along

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    I retelephoned two hours later; got, as usual, Sybil; insisted on talking to my friend (my “messages” were never transmitted), obtained him, and asked him as calmly as possible what he had been doing around noon when I had heard him like a big bird in my garden. He could not quite remember, said wait…

    : Trudging Along
  • March 23

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    Have not seen her since that night. Unwell? Sits at the fire perhaps with mamma’s shawl on her shoulders. But not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Won’t you now?

    : March 23
  • Smoke Show

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    Five Free-Punk Stunts

    : Smoke Show
  • Spring Has Come

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    Spring has come. Perhaps there are sulla blossoms in the country. Here in the city is sun, and more rain than is really necessary. It cannot matter, can it? Even I suspect the growth of our child has nothing to do with time. Her name-wind will be here again; to soothe her face which is…

    : Spring Has Come
  • Erased from the Time of Men

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    He was right, because during our time there was no one who doubted the legitimacy of his history, or anyone who could have disclosed or denied it because we couldn’t even establish the identity of his body, there was no other nation except the one that had been made by him in his own image…

    : Erased from the Time of Men
  • Inauguration

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    …scratched on the plaster with a pin, formulas of love or revolt, more often of resignation: “Jojo of the Bastille loves his girl for life.” “My heart to my mother, my cock to the whores, my head to the hangman.” These rupestral inscriptions are almost always a gallant homage to womanhood, or a smattering of…

    : Inauguration
  • She Liked the Drifting Away

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    Fun typographical error from Tove Jansson’s Sun City, NYRB’s most recent book club pick.

    : She Liked the Drifting Away

Thought:

“Without the vigilance of irony, how easy it would be to found a religion! Merely allow the gawkers to collect around our loquacious trances.”

Emil Cioran | All Gall Is Divided